HOW I HEALED FROM A ONE-SIDED RELATIONSHIP

I used to believe that love meant giving your all, even when the other person barely gives anything back. I thought that if you really cared about someone, you kept showing up no matter how many times they let you down. I gave time, energy, patience, and care—hoping that one day they’d finally see how much I loved them and meet me halfway.

But they never did.

Every effort I made felt like shouting into silence. Every message I sent was a drop in a well that never filled. They responded when it was convenient. They made promises that were never followed by action. I excused their neglect and kept convincing myself that they just needed more time to realize I was worth it.

What I didn’t realize back then was that real love doesn’t require constant justification.

The hardest part wasn’t walking away;it was accepting the truth: I was in love with someone who wouldn’t choose me, no matter how hard I tried. That kind of realization doesn’t just sting—it shatters your confidence. It makes you question your value. You start asking yourself, “What’s wrong with me?” even though deep down, you know you did nothing wrong except love someone who couldn’t love you back.

Healing didn’t happen overnight. There was no dramatic moment where everything clicked. It came slowly, in the quiet choices I made for myself every day. I stopped checking their social media. I stopped replaying old conversations and wondering what I could’ve said differently. I stopped waiting for an apology that was never coming.

Instead, I started writing again. I journaled my pain. I poured my heartbreak into words, not to relive it, but to release it. I surrounded myself with people who made me feel heard and safe. I started showing up for myself the way I used to show up for them.

The turning point came when I realized I had spent so much energy trying to prove my worth to someone who couldn’t even see it. And maybe they never would. But that no longer mattered. I was tired of shrinking myself, tired of hoping, tired of hurting.

The love I kept trying to give to someone else, I finally began giving to myself.

I learned to enjoy my own company again. I allowed myself to feel proud of small wins—making my bed, finishing a book, going for a walk. I started falling in love with my own presence, not because I was trying to be strong, but because I was finally remembering who I was before I gave so much of myself away.

One-sided love taught me something painful but powerful: you cannot make someone choose you, even when you’ve chosen them with your whole heart.

And that doesn’t mean you’re unworthy. It doesn’t mean you weren’t enough. It just means they weren’t meant to hold the kind of love you carry.

Healing is not about pretending it didn’t hurt. It’s about understanding that your pain has a voice, but it doesn’t get the final say. You do.

Now, I no longer beg for love. I no longer chase clarity from someone who never offered it. I no longer feel the need to prove my worth to someone who couldn’t recognize it in the first place.

Instead, I choose love that feels mutual, calm, and safe. I choose peace over potential. I choose freedom over confusion.

And most of all, I choose myself—fully, finally, and without apology.

Because in the end, the most powerful kind of love is the kind you give yourself when no one else does.I know it’s difficult but trust me you’ll not regret it ever.